Page 82 of Hey, Stepbro

He chuckles. "I'm not going to let it bother me—he told me I was distracted. Our love is stronger than any of Coach's tough talk. It'll conquer all fears."

Hearing Brock's words, a mixture of hesitation and love builds inside me. He's right—our love is powerful, but I don't want to distract him.

"Damn straight," I say, leaning in for a quick, sweet kiss. Our lips meet, soft and gentle, and my entire body tingles with happiness.

"Get a room, you two," Waxley teases.

"Maybe later," Brock winks at me, making me blush.

"Seriously, though," I begin, my voice laced with concern. "I don't want to be the reason you miss out on your chances of going pro. Football is important to you, and I never want to stand in the way of your dreams."

Brock's eyes soften, and he reaches out to place a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You don't have to worry about that. You're not a distraction—you're my inspiration. Besides, if anything, our relationship has made me work even harder. I want to succeed for both of us."

His words touch me deeply, and I find myself blinking back unexpected tears. Of course, I should have known that Brock wouldn't let our love interfere with his ambitions. If anything, it only served as another driving force.

"Thank you," I whisper, adoring this amazing man standing before me.

"Anytime."

Then, without warning, Brock pulls me into a passionate kiss. His strong hands cup my ass, eliciting a surprised moan from me as I lean into his embrace. The world around us seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us, entwined in a moment of pure bliss.

When we finally break apart, slightly breathless, I smile. "Wow," I murmur.

"Couldn't resist. You know how much I love surprising you."

The scent of Brock's cologne, a mix of musk and cedarwood, fills my nostrils as I press closer to him. The heat between us is undeniable. I slide my hand down his firm chest, stopping at the waistband of his jeans.

As I glance up at him, I see his blue eyes darken with desire.

"Seems like you're enjoying yourself," I tease, my fingers brushing against the hardness beneath his jeans.

"Always do with you."

"Maybe I should suck you off right here, right now." I raise an eyebrow.

"Whoa there, stud." Brock swats my ass again.Smack."Let’s save that for when we're alone. "

"Fine. But you better make it worth the wait."

"Trust me, I will."

Waxley, who’s been watching our exchange with a mix of amusement and envy, finally speaks up. He presses his hands to his heart, his coveralls adorned with rainbow pins catching the sunlight.

"You two are absolutely adorable," he gushes. "I'm so jealous of your love."

"Don't worry, you'll find your own hunky football player someday."

"Maybe a cute running back named Justin?" he suggests, wiggling his eyebrows.

"You never know," I toss out.

"True," Waxley agrees. "But seriously, seeing you two so in love makes me want that even more. You guys are lucky to have each other."

"Believe me, we know." Brock gives me a gentle squeeze.

"Love isn't always easy," I admit, remembering the challenges we've faced together. "But when it's with the right person, it's worth fighting for."

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Brock plants a soft kiss on my forehead.

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